Big Cat Leggings Ch. 01

Author's Note: This story is a fun commission from one of my awesome Patrons, GrillFan65. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters in this story are at least 18, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

Big Cat Leggings

by Fidget

Chapter 1: Calico

Amy plopped herself down on the couch to watch some TV after a long, hard day at work. At twenty-four, she had recently been promoted to head of social media relations for the local department store chain where she worked, and though she was exceptionally good at walking the marketing tightrope that was modern corporate social media, the young professional still came home at the end of most days completely exhausted.

Before she had the opportunity to fully relax, however, she heard a knock at the door. Hopping up, the petite, 5'2" brunette made her way across the living room and checked the peephole. Outside, she saw a surprisingly tall, voluptuous older woman who appeared to be in her early 40s, dressed in a black pleather jacket, a daringly low-cut pink tank top, and obnoxiously loud leopard-print leggings. The freckles from years of tanning beds were clearly visible on the woman's impressive cleavage, and Amy could tell that she worked hard for her figure by the toned thighs clearly visible through her skin-tight leggings. The outfit was cheap, tacky, and garish, though Amy had to admit that this woman somehow made it look oddly sexy on her curvy, mature figure. She was the kind of MILF that her son's friends would fantasize about for weeks after having them over for dinner, and she looked like she did everything she could to encourage the attention. She was holding a bag and clipboard, and the sharp, almost predatory look on her features was clearly visible despite the oversized sunglasses she was wearing.

It was obvious what was about to happen, but Amy didn't want to be rude, and so she braced herself and opened the door.

"Hi! I'm Karen! I live just down the street, and thought I'd introduce myself! I'm a Brand Advisor for a new, trendy leggings company whose product will absolutely blow you away! I used to always get back pain, but then ..."

Of course her name is Karen, Amy thought to herself, tuning out the majority of her neighbor's monologue. Entirely too familiar with MLM tactics from her own job in social media, after letting Karen talk for a minute or so, Amy interrupted mid-spiel with a polite "I'm not interested", and began to shut the door. Karen, however, didn't seem to want to take "no" for an answer, and had the audacity to slide her foot into the doorway before it could close. Annoyed, Amy opened the door back up, prepared to tell Karen off for her unprofessionalism, but found an opened pair of hideous leggings patterned after a Calico housecat thrust into her face instead.

"Here, just see how soft the fabric is!" Karen pleaded. "If you still don't want them once you've seen how great they feel, I'll leave you alone, I promise!"

"Fine," Amy said, willing to do whatever it took to get this suspiciously sexy older woman to leave her alone. She stretched out a hand to awkwardly pet the blotchy fabric, but was surprised to discover that the leggings were remarkably soft and silky. In fact, it was entirely too easy to just stand there, sliding her fingers across the smooth material, enjoying the pleasant tingle starting up in her hand from what she assumed must be the marvelous texture...

"See!? I told you they felt great!" Karen burst out, shaking Amy out of her reverie, and causing her to jerk her hand away from the leggings in surprise. Immediately, she felt an odd sense of loss, and was seized with a strong desire to reach out and touch them once more.

"Can I hold them?" Amy heard herself ask, and then once again felt the bliss of running her hands over the audacious but strangely appealing leggings, as both of her palms grew warm and tingly upon contact with the fabric. Amy was suddenly overcome with a need to feel them on her legs, and before she knew it, she was asking how much the leggings were, and then she was mechanically reaching into her purse to hand over $50, completely oblivious to the look of satisfied victory on Karen's face.

Instead, Amy immediately began rubbing her hands over the leggings, trying to get as much tingly skin contact as she could with the cheap, nylon-lycra blend material. "Don't you need my size?" Amy asked distractedly, but Karen responded, "Oh, they're one size fits all! They stretch to fit your body size, no matter how big you get!"

Amy thought that was an odd way of putting it, but she was so engrossed in the addicting sensation of rubbing the leggings against her skin that she didn't pay it much mind. She vaguely noticed that Karen had begun speaking again.

"Would you be interested in becoming a Brand Ambassador for Big Cat Leggings yourself? It gives you the power to be your own boss, set your own hours, and work whenever you want, all while giving you the financial independence you've always dreamed of! If you sign right here, I can get you set up with your very own first Big Cat shipment!"

"What? No thank you," Amy responded automatically, not really paying attention, before she shut the door in Karen's face and hurried to her bedroom, excited to try on her own overpriced, tacky, cat-print leggings.

Once in the bedroom, Amy threw herself onto the bed and quickly stripped off the athletic shorts that she usually wore around the house, leaving her in nothing but her loose t-shirt and panties. She slowly pulled the leggings over her feet, and savored the cool sensuality of slowly sliding them up her smooth legs, glad that she had remembered to shave that day. As she continued to pull them up, past her knees, over her slender young thighs, a tingly warmth started around her ankles and followed the cool sensation up her legs as she continued to pull the leggings higher and higher up her body. Finally, she was squeezing them over her hips, feeling them wrap tightly yet comfortingly around her as the gaudy leggings molded themselves to her small curves.

Her skin lit up with pleasure at all of the silky contact, but before she could give herself over to it entirely, she realized that something was wrong. It was as though there was still more skin that should be touching the leggings, but wasn't, and her attention was drawn down to the indentation her panties were making underneath the Calico pattern.

How could she have been so stupid? Amy couldn't bring herself to pull the leggings all the way off to take off her panties; it was all she could do to pull them down to her thighs for the few seconds necessary to grab a pair of scissors, cut her panties off, and pull them out of from between her legs before sliding the leggings back up to nestle snugly against her naked vulva. Finally, all was right with the world, and it only took a few seconds for Amy to feel the pleasurable, sexual tingle of her pussy as the leggings began affecting it just as they had affected every other part of her.

Amy continued to lay on the bed for the better part of an hour, enjoying the feeling of sensuously rubbing her hands up and down her spandex-clad legs. It felt so good to just keep softly stroking herself through her leggings, and inevitably her fingers began to make their way closer and closer to the center of her pleasure, her tingly little pussy, which was itself wrapping Amy in waves of pleasant sexual arousal, thanks to the stimulating sensations coming from the leggings nestled tightly against her nether lips.

Finally, her fingers began to lightly brush against herself, and Amy was surprised by the intensity of the pleasure she felt touching herself through the thin leggings, leaving her practically gasping at even the lightest contact. She was far more sensitive than she had ever been, and as she continued to stroke, she began to press harder into herself against the leggings, wanting more of that sensation, sliding the smooth fabric back and forth through her sensitive labia, before making a startling discovery. There was a cleverly-disguised hole in the crotch of the leggings, designed to stay closed and invisible under most circumstances, but which readily opened when it was time for Amy's pussy to be penetrated.

What an odd design choice, Amy briefly thought to herself, before reaching over to her nightstand to grab her dildo and take full advantage of her leggings' exciting new feature.

The sight of her thick toy sliding through her Calico leggings as it disappeared up into her again and again, combined with the tingly, heightened sensitivity of her needy pussy, quickly had Amy gasping and clenching in orgasm, which she rode out while rubbing her other hand up and down her leg, because her leggings just felt that good.

Well, if anything these things are worth $50 for use as a masturbatory aid alone, Amy thought, collapsing back against her pillow to recover.

Once she had regained her composure, realizing that she was ravenously hungry all of a sudden, Amy climbed out of bed and proceeded to eat most of the food in the house, before finally settling down to watch some TV in peace. So much of her attention was focused on enjoying the warm, tingly feeling in her legs, hips, and thighs, however, as she continued to run her hands across the soft fabric, she found herself completely unable to follow the plot. After a few more hours indulging in the new, addicting sensations coming from the lower half of her body, Amy decided to call it a night.

As she got ready for bed, Amy couldn't bring herself to take the leggings off, and instead found herself sliding under the sheets still wearing them, savoring the feeling of her high thread count sheets rubbing along the silky fabric. It seemed like every action she took while wearing the leggings was charged with sexually, and she found herself buzzing with tempting arousal once again from the constant, tingly stimulation. Deciding to forgo enjoying herself for the time being, she rolled over, and quickly sank into a deep slumber, full of erotic dreams.

Waking up the next morning after the best sleep of her life, Amy immediately knew that something was wrong with her, something was different. She sat up, and noticed that her center of balance was off. Her chest felt oddly heavy, and upon looking down, it appeared that her small breasts were pushing her pajama t-shirt further out than they usually did. That wasn't all, she discovered as she stood up in surprise, almost losing her balance in the process - her oversized shirt, which normally hung down almost to her knees, was up around her thighs. Amy was taller, or at least her legs were longer, which explained her unfamiliar sense of balance, and her thighs and hips felt thicker as well as she ran her hands over her legging-encased legs in what had already become a habitual motion. In fact, she thought, moving over to stand in front of her full-length mirror, I look a bit larger and a bit curvier all around.

She pulled up her shirt and confirmed that her breasts, which had been small A-cups, had swollen to be at least a small B, which would give her visible cleavage for the first time in her life. It had never occurred to Amy to feel inadequate about her body before, but she couldn't deny that the extra mass in exactly the right places looked good on her, and she was torn between an uncharacteristic feeling of pride at her leggier, curvier look, and a feeling of violation at having this budding sexiness thrust upon her without her consent.

Amy had known that there was something unnatural and dangerous about the way that the leggings had affected her, but it had felt so good that she hadn't really cared, and she never dreamed that the pleasant, innocuous tingling sensation she had been enjoying for the past twelve hours would trigger an actual, physical transformation. As Amy stood there, still absentmindedly rubbing her legging-clad legs as the itch of arousal in her pussy tempted her with another masturbation session, she could no longer deny the truth - the leggings were changing her, in body and in mind.

Amy took the opportunity to focus on how she was feeling as she gave in to the urge to stroke herself through her leggings once more. She noticed that the pleasant tingly feeling of the Calico fabric against her legs had begun to fade somewhat, and in its place she noticed what felt like a hunger for... something... growing within herself. As she continued to slide her fingers over her tingly pussy lips through the luxurious material, her fingertips once more began to play around the hidden opening in the fabric, and it wasn't long before she was clenching in orgasm again. The sexual release took the edge off her arousal, though, and allowed her to start getting ready for work in time.

Amy hated the idea of wearing the leggins to the office, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to remove them, and quickly found that she couldn't even bring herself to wear pants over them to cover up their hideous, blotchy pattern, which itself was somehow starting have an ironic appeal to her, like a joke so bad it was almost good. Her small bras felt a bit uncomfortable on her swollen, sensitive breasts, so she decided to do without, going instead with an opaque blouse that felt a bit tight over her larger frame and left about a half inch of midriff visible on her longer torso.

She felt oddly drawn to heels that day, so she dug around in her closet until she found a pair that nearly worked with the outfit that she had cobbled together. Overall, the look was quite bold for her, but she didn't really have any other choice, and the thought of the extra attention she might get wearing it sent a small tingle through her. Amy spent more time in front of her vanity mirror than usual that morning, feeling especially sexy as she applied thicker lipstick, mascara, and eyeshadow than she had in months.

All day at work, Amy kept getting glances from her coworkers, both male and female, though it was the male attention that fueled her arousal and tempted her to act out in uncharacteristic ways. When the new intern, only two years younger than Amy at twenty-two and fresh out of college, came into her office to ask her a question, Amy was unable to stop herself from unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, watching confidently as his gaze dropped to her small cleavage, and looking him knowingly in the eye as she delivered her answer to his query. She felt herself flush with powerful arousal watching his cute little cheeks turn pink in embarrassment as he backed into her door on his way out.

Once he left, Amy cringed in embarrassment herself at her shameless behavior, cursing herself for her indiscretion and unprofessionalism, and knowing that an accusation of sexual misconduct in the workplace could easily end her career. He didn't look offended though, she thought to herself as her arousal at the situation got the better of her, and she slipped a hand down behind her desk to rub at her pussy through her leggings once more, teasing her fingers around the hidden hole that led directly into her depths. He looked interested.

Her shame at her behavior toward the intern was nothing compared to her self-consciousness when some of her female coworkers took it upon themselves to comment on her out-of-character look, however.

"Hey boss, that's an... interesting... choice of outfit you've got on today," one of the junior staff snarked.

"Hey, it's 2020! Athleisure is the name of the game," Amy responded, trying to sound confident even as she winced inwardly at just how tacky her leggings had to look in a professional environment, especially combined with the almost risqué nature of the rest of her outfit and makeup. Even so, once she left the room Amy found herself absentmindedly rubbing her hands over her Calico leggings as though nothing had happened, enjoying the tingling sensation even as it continued to slowly fade, almost as if the leggings' seductive essence were somehow being absorbed by her own body.

Over the next few days, Amy seemed unable to prevent herself from continuing to grow and swell into what was undeniably a ripe, sexual maturity, thanks to the stupid cat leggings that she still couldn't bring herself to take off, or even stop rubbing herself all over, for that matter. Her breasts had expanded into full C-cups - not the cute, perky little C-cups of someone her age, but somehow instead the swollen, protruding, post-childbirth C-cups of a sexually experienced older woman, with large, dark areolas and thick, sensitive nipples. Her waist had stayed thin, ostensibly to emphasize her hourglass figure, but her ass and thighs had swollen as well, thick and toned. The leggings had no problem swelling alongside her enhanced assets, even lengthening as her legs continued to grow and her overall height increased, and they continued to feel wonderful as the slick fabric hugged her pronounced curves even more tightly.

Amy had quickly become unable to hide her physical changes from her coworkers, and she burned with embarrassment as her new, larger frame and stature became the hottest office gossip. When asked about it directly, Amy had fibbed that, according to her doctors, she was undergoing a late hormonal change, almost a second puberty, and that her hormonal fluctuations accounted for her height gain as well as her new, increasingly voluptuous figure.

That explanation couldn't account for her continuing to show up to work every day in the same pair of leggings, however, and the increasingly concerned faces of her female coworkers at the constant sight of the garish Calico pattern continued to weigh heavily on Amy's mind, even as she looked at her outfits each morning in the mirror with increasing fondness. She wore the leggings day and night, rubbing and stroking herself through them constantly, never taking them off, but somehow they never seemed to get dirty, no matter how often she got dirty in them as her masturbation sessions became more and more common and her sex drive continued to ramp up.

She hoped her hormonal explanation would account for her behavioral changes, however, since her desire to naughtily show off her new assets had grown just as her assets themselves had, to the point that Amy had gone to the mall the previous day specifically to buy clothing to show herself off, though she had convinced herself that it was merely to replenish her wardrobe, most of which no longer fit her larger, broader, bustier self. She also found herself drawn to red lipstick and dark eyeshadow, and began painting her nails for the first time in her life, bright red, of course.

As she looked into the mirror each morning to apply her makeup, Amy was surprised to discover that the leggings' changes hadn't been limited to her body. Her face was beginning to look older, more severe, with barely visible smile lines and even the slight beginnings of crow's feet starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Her face had somehow lost most of its youthful cuteness in favor of a sensual, angular maturity, and Amy could have sworn she suddenly looked thirty instead of her sprightly twenty-four.

Even so, Amy found herself constantly filled to bursting with a vivacious, exuberant sexual energy that seemed to grow stronger the longer she wore the leggings. The initial tingling sensation had continued to gradually fade, until she couldn't feel it at all, though it still felt wonderful to slide her hands over the smooth material tightly wrapping her skin. That odd hunger had continued to grow in its place, however, a gaunt, almost feral need that strengthened into an overwhelming predatory instinct whenever she was around her male coworkers, and particularly her young male coworkers. She found herself showing off her swelling body more and more confidently to the men in the office each day, and found them reacting to her flirtation with increasing interest.